89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—

31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!